POV: Ameera
I picked up the clothes from the floor, picking up every shard and also gathering the shoes too. and walked over to the dining, walking up to her with my face full of smiles. I noticed her countenance changed the moment she set her eyes on me, but I couldn’t care less about her facial expressions because I’m so f*****g pissed right now.
“Here is your precious outfit, Amelia. Once more I’m so sorry for taking them without your permission, it won’t happen again, I promise.” I told her, smiling apologetically. I threw the outfits in her face, making sure some shards of cloth fell into her meal in the process.
“You arrogant b***h!” she yelled in anger as she pushed them out of her face, aiming to slap me, again. This time I suspended her palm midair with my left hand and I hit
